Highlanders Romance Quotes

Sophie had survived on her own for a long time. She knew she didn't need a man, not even Darius. But she wanted him. That made all the difference in the end.

~ Donna Grant

Tell me, Constantine, who was afraid of what? There was no sense in answering. No matter what Con said, Ulrik would never admit that he was wrong and Con was right.

~ Donna Grant

Do ye always drool like that? Is it a family trait, lass?

~ Vonnie Davis

Months ago, he'd told Effie, grandmother to his eldest brother's wife, that he was too busy to find a woman. He went on to brag he was quite happy being alone. That the only way he'd even consider a woman was if she dropped from the feckin' sky.He groaned and downed his first cup of coffee. Him and his big whisky loosened tongue.

~ Vonnie Davis

Ye have taught me something I never understood.What? How to get rid of Parisian Pink Pecker Disease?

~ Vonnie Davis

Grace was breathing heavily when she crested a hill that was a lot steeper than she had originally though. She stood looking over the land even as a cold breeze blew past her. She wrapped her arms around herself. Though she had traveled extensively all over Europe, she continued to set her stories in Scotland. Her father used to laugh about it, telling her that there must be something in Scotland drawing her to the land. She used to roll her eyes at his teasing. Now she wondered if he hadn't been right.

~ Donna Grant

The group’s laughter echoed off the stained, plaster ceiling. I raised my beer, but before I clinked the bottles together, I challenged him. “You think you’re a man I won’t forget?”“Ah’m nae any man ye’ve met before.”“Praise be,” I smirked, “the others haven’t been worth spit.”Then the whiskey came, and I was taken by the tawny light, forgetting to worry about my ‘crazy’. Until Angus’ efforts at gilding my heart, called my ‘alter’ to the fore.

~ Cheryl R Cowtan

Let every lady in Camlochlin swoon over a charming smile. She had won the love of a man who shared his most intimate smiles for her alone

~ Paula Quinn

The only thing that can hurt me now is the thought of never knowing this feeling again. To never be able to touch you this way again...

~ Shelly Thacker

At first, I did not tell you any of this because...you were not supposed to mean anything to me. And later... His voice became rough with emotion. Later, I did not tell you because you mean so much to me.

~ Shelly Thacker

He drew her into his arms, gathering her close, and dusted kisses over her cheek, her hair. Wrapped in his embrace, Laurien closed her eyes, murmuring a sigh of exquisite satisfaction. A delightful drowsiness overtook her and she gave in to it, snuggled securely against Darach's chest, lying on a stolen wolf pelt, in the hold on a ship of thieves.

~ Shelly Thacker

He covered her mouth with his ---and she felt as if she had suddenly been enveloped in a cascade of sparks. The tingling warmth from his touch did not compare to the sensations that whirled through her as his lips moved over hers. It was as if every part of her body had at once become brilliantly alive.His beard was a startling, silky roughness against her skin. His other hand came to rest at her waist, drawing her in tight, and her body seemed to meld to his hard, lean lines, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her thoughts scattered. A sound escaped her, soft and deep, unlike any sound she had ever made in her life.Then his tongue touched her lower lip and she gave a startled little squeak.Her suddenly lifted his mouth from hers, his eyes midnight blue, his voice husky. You have never even been kissed before, leannan. You are as innocent as the day you first set foot in the convent.

~ Shelly Thacker

Lauren closed her eyes, remembering how desperate she had been this morn in Chartres, how she had prayed for divine intervention to stop her wedding.She had never expected that intervention to be riding a black horse and wielding a sword.

~ Shelly Thacker

It had seemed entirely sensible at the time. A simple way to test the truth of her claim that she had lain with de Villiers. To show her that lying to him was useless. To make a point.Instead, he had ignited a desire that burned him like none he had ever felt before.He had expected Lady Laurien d'Amboise to be a timid little convent mouse. Quiet and passive and pliant. Easily manageable. Instead she was outspoken and strong-willed...and stunning in a way he could not even describe.An innocent beauty caught up in a deadly game that was none of her making....Malcolm rose to leave, chuckling.And what is there to laugh about?Darach gave his jovial friend a dour look.Malcolm stopped just long enough to do his best imitation of Darach. 'Simple. Kidnap one French lass, hold her for a fortnight, and return her to de Villiers after he meets our demands. Perfectly simple.

~ Shelly Thacker

She frowned at him. Not every man thinks constantly of... of...Darach grinned. Aye, they do, demoiselle. Every man, from the time he is about ten until the day he dies, thinks frequently of that.

~ Shelly Thacker

Camhanach, it is a bargain as old as the world itself. He chuckled.Women want protection...men want a willing lass to warm their bed.

~ Shelly Thacker

Ian cleared his throat. Lady Elizabeth. He reached behind him and handed her a single red rose. A rose... for the bonniest lass who ever graced the Highlands.

~ Victoria Roberts

Elizabeth studied the earl as he approached the waiting coach. Was his behavior rather... odd? He English. Ye're asking me if he's odd?

~ Victoria Roberts

She told me that love has a magic all its own.

~ Margaret Mallory

I don't have to ask to know that something bad happened in your past. Because I doona smile? Her smile was sad when her gaze met his. It's your eyes. Your view of the world is colored. As is yours.

~ Donna Grant

In unison, they recited an ancient rhyme. With one blue eye to rule the sky, An eye of brown controls the ground; Magic swirls within our souls, Cryptic, mystic, spiritualistic, To protect the weak from evil's effect, Elements guide us, ever bind us. A band of witches scattered wide From Warlock Morpheus we must hide.

~ Vonnie Davis

Och, my potion is boiling. I need to say good night and keep an eye on the pot. Ye canna overboil newt's eyeballs.

~ Vonnie Davis